Seamus Finnigan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} openbottle) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"Well, it's an easy mind to read," Seamus said, voice just a little louder than it really needed to be. "Not much going on in it." He grinned, noticing in an absent sort of way that the suit suited Ron, and let his hand drop from Ron's shoulder.
He led the way back to the bar, where he was keeping most of the spirits and mixers. "Pick your poison - or poisons," he said, with a sweeping gesture at the bottles. "Birthday boy likes spiced rum, I'm drinking Irish moonshine and we're all out of Firewhisky because some daft bugger forgot to order more." By which Seamus very definitely meant himself.